I am getting so tired of seeing the look on the faces of people when I tell them I’m a blogger. It’s as if in that single sentence I have become a second class citizen. As if my writing is nothing but a little hobby that I have taken too far. As if publishing my words is a cry for attention.
This makes me angry probably more than it should, but I am still working on those self belief issues.
You see I don’t write as a hobby.
I don’t write as a cry for attention.
I write and I blog simply because I love it.
When I first published a blog post it was in determination. I wanted to show that raising a child with Special Needs was hard yes, but that it also brought you a lot of joy. I was tired of people feeling sorry for me for having Olivia. I wanted them to see what a gift she was to me.
I wanted to share my ideas and experiences with anyone that was willing to read.
After Olivia died I considered giving up blogging. I felt that I have nothing left to share. Then somehow I found myself writing about my grief and my pain. I expected these posts just be shared between family and friends but then I found other grieving parents contacting me telling me that my words were helping them. That they were finding comfort and strength in my posts.
So I carried on writing
In the last 6 years my blog has become my friend. Its a place I bare my soul and times yes I may over share but I do wear my heart on my sleeve and my writing shows this. I cannot make apologies for who I am.
This blog has been on a journey with me. As my tagline states “a journey through this chaos we call life”.
This blog has brought me some amazing opportunities. I have attended some great events and received the opportunity to write some fantastic reviews.
It has also given me a platform to educate and inform people about Special Needs and Rett Syndrome.
This blog has brought me into contact with people who have become friends, dear friends.
But beyond all this, on this blog I have found freedom.
Freedom to allow the words that have been running around inside my head a place to fall out. The endless journals of bygone days are now being filled here in my virtual diary.
I can accept some may never understand why I blog. But please don’t pity me for being a blogger. I am blooming proud of this piece of cyberspace I call home.